Death by sleeping poorly

I'm slowly but surely dying (more so than normal, I mean).

My neck and right shoulder are KILLING ME. Why, you ask? Well, I tend to hunch over my work, or my studies, or the canvas I'm working on. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I carry a backpack and a portfolio around on my shoulder. I don't have an in-between in my Honda Fit to rest my arms on. I sleep on my side, in the fetal position.

All of these things are working together to kill me, I'm sure.

So between that and the THREE exams I have this week, I've been short of time/energy/patience to post as of late. Forgive me, find me amusing, and smile. Or, you know, get the fuck over it (because at least your neck/shoulder/back isn't trying to KILL YOU).

xoxo, etc.,

Me. 

Better 10 days late than never, that's what I always say.

Hi! It's a new fucking year! How exciting! In honor of the new year, I have made a few resolutions.

Why did it take the calendar year changing for me to try to better myself?  I don't know. I blame peer pressure. And, for the record, I also blame a lack of peer pressure to better myself the other 364 days of the year.  Damn, my friends need to quit slacking. Either that, or they just think I'm already perfect and awesome.

Okay, yeah, they probably need to step up their game.

So, about those resolutions. My life has been tumultuous at best lately. Though, one good thing about that is that I get to over-use the word "tumultuous". It's one of my favorite words. I think it's because the word itself reminds me of Templeton (the rat from Charlotte's Web, for those of you not up to date on your animated, supporting movie personalities from 1973). He had the best song ever. 

I rarely make New Years' resolutions. I always felt as though people only made New Years' resolutions because they were expected to change faults they could no longer deny. And most people just hope their friends and family will forget about New Years' promises (which hold less meaning than normal promises) by the time the resolution is given up on. By April Fools' Day people are right back to the way they were December 31st. Well, not exactly the way they were. They almost always have some strange, lingering  pretentiousness because at least they tried to do some soul-searching/ fix a personal flaw/ change a bad habit. Screw the outcome, right? A for effort and all of that.

This year, however, I have decided to jump on the Holier Than Thou Bandwagon and make a few promises I more than likely won't keep (though I will scoff and look down my nose at others because of the superiority gained by my frail attempt at bettering myself).

And so, without further sarcasm or general passive-aggressive bullshit (haha, see what I did, there?), my New Years' Resolutions:

1. I will not allow anything to keep me from the grades I want this semester.
2. I will make the time to write in this blog. That time will be enough to allow me to post weekly, at least. I'm making this resolution because this is something I enjoy, but that I let myself neglect in order to do less fun, but slightly more responsible things. I think I can make time for both.
3. I will keep and maintain a budget (by "maintain", I mean "actually, seriously, FOR REALSIES maintain". I totally suck at handling money. I want to change that).
4. I will be a good dog-mommy. That means walking at LEAST twice a week, regardless of weather, and also at LEAST one trip to the Piedmont dogpark per week. I mean, shit. It's like 5 minutes away.
5. I will make up my mind. On everything that I can. One of my biggest fears is being trapped in monotony. That fear causes me to avoid making decisions and commitments, and decisions and commitments can be amazing, wonderful, fun things. I'm going to start small, like by deciding whether I want to paint a wall in my bedroom or re-paint the bathroom (I hate painting walls when I'm not doing murals. Did someone say boring? Oh, yeah. It was my sense of creativity), or by choosing to wear the first outfit I put on, instead of pending 15 minutes putting on and taking off clothes before leaving the house in what was my first choice. Or by going an entire 30-minute drive without hitting the next button on my iPhone (I put the damn songs on the phone. Why do I love them when selecting them, and HATE them when in the car?).
6. I will get up (ON TIME) and walk to the train once a week, instead of driving my car to class, however begrudgingly. I mean, shit, it's the same cost to park at school as it is to take the train. Greedy, sMarta bastards.

Has anyone else made any resolutions this year? You know, if you think about it, it's your last year to make a resolution and keep it according to hysterics and Nostradamus.

I have so many other stories and things to share that I've written about in my notebook but not had the time or energy to write about here. For now, I'm going to go find my paints, snuggle with my dogs, and nurse my whiskey. Love to all. You're perfect with and without your resolutions. And happy day.